God knows I did wrong, but I tried to change.
But all I begrudge is to maintain my brazenness.
It will never satisfy me until I endure my life range.
My beloved, forgive me or release my madness.
I once walked right into a storm in my spine.
plastic raincoat in hand, heart on shoe top.
Above rain-firing clouds, war clouds sunk supine.
No languor or exhaustion, only a feast non-stop.
Smacking into the horizon that defies stone.
Recanted, now wearing a torn shirt full of falls
I'm on the road, pen in hand, set to do war alone.
Find a wind-sheltered beggar near torn walls.
I suppose cruel people are just hopeless.
Do you blame your life on your diaper?
When music comes on, my face is yolkless.
Is it worth it to wish for things to go hyper?
I am now able to travel across the world.
I'll cycle and listen to lead music this year.
I must admit to being one proud furled.
"Don't worry, be happy" is for me, dear.
Written: January 11, 2023
Hit List 2023 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joe Maverick
Categories:
yolkless, analogy, appreciation, change, hope,
Form: Rhyme